Fergus Hall

​Oh! The whale is free of the boundless sea, He lives for a thousand years;
He sinks to rest int he billow’s breast,
Nor the roughest tempest fears:

The howling blast as it hurries part, Is music to lull him to sleep,
And he scatters the spray in his boisterous play,

As he dashes the king of the deep. Oh! The rare old whale, mid storm and gale,
In his ocean home shale be

A giant in might, where might is right, And king of the boundless sea!

Joseph Edwards Carpenter (1813-1885)